Sweet Like Honey
Pooh Bear awoke bright and early. “Today is a very special day,” he said to himself and rolled out of bed. He stepped over to his wardrobe and inspected his shirt collection. “Got to look your best,” he chuckled to himself as he picked a red one and pulled it over. He then stepped into the kitchen where he stopped in front of the rack of honey pots. “That'll make a nice snack for on the way,” he said as he took one pot under his arm and immediately dipped his other hand in to start eating. With both hands occupied he pushed the door open using his butt. He strolled down the path between the trees of Ashdown Forest. It wasn't long until he met Tigger who came down jumping on his tail. “Hey Pooh, do you want to go down to the lake and throw rocks into the lake?” “Oh, no thank you. Maybe next time. But can you tell me how I look?” “That's okay. What do you mean how you look? You're a yellow bear with a red shirt.” “Hm, thank you, Tigger. Goodbye.” Winnie-the-Pooh set off, annoyed at how simple his friend sometimes was. He knew what he looked like. He wanted to know whether he looked good, whether he looked sexy. It wasn't long until he arrived at Piglet's house. “Oh, Pooh, you look so sweet like honey today. Let's get you out of that shirt.” “My little Piglet, let me at least close the door behind me,” he said, but as he closed it Piglet already started taking off his shirt and rubbing his strong, muscular chest. “You really know how to touch me— Oh!” Pooh gasped as Piglet grabbed his bearhood. “Shush, I'll take the lead from here,” Piglet whispered.
Suddenly the door behind Alice opened. It was Christopher. “Whatcha writing? One of your smutty fanfics again?” He bent over her shoulder and mumbled “taking off his shirt . . . grabbed his bearhood!? Alice, why does every single one of your fanfictions always need to revolve around the characters fucking? Can't you just write something nice? Them going on adventures or some shit?” “It's just what I like to write. And the people on AO3 seem to like it as well. They are very nice and encouraging. And, like, be honest: Don't you think it's kinda hot?” Christopher blushed. “Winnie-the-Pooh and fricking Piglet getting it on!?” “Honest!” Alice insisted. “I mean, I guess it's kinda hot.” “Getting you in the mood 'kinda hot'?” “Maybe,” Christopher grinned. Alice started pulling up his shirt. “Well, Mr. Columbus. Do you want to explore my wonderland?”